In 2009 I finally figured out that running on dirt allowed me to run without constantly getting injured due to an asymetrical stride which in turn is attributable to a severely broken leg from early 2003 (my surgeon told me I'd walk with a limp for the rest of my life and I'd never run again), and as my weekly/monthly mileage climbed I set my sights on averaging one-hundred miles a month for an entire year; something which has proven to be a very elusive goal. That first year I didn't start running until April, and by year's end I'd managed just over 600 miles. The next year (2010) started out well as I managed to run 300 miles through mid May, however, a work projected landed in my lap and suddenly work weeks between 60 and 80 hours became the norm; I didn't even manage to log another 200 miles for the remainder of the year. The years 2011 and 2012 were just as bad as I traded lots of overtime with my one job in Boston for two nearly full-time jobs, the first (morning job) in Boston and the second (afternoon/evening job) in Concord, NH, 75 miles to the north; I managed only a total of 700 miles for both years combined.
This year didn't start out much better; I worked mornings in Boston and afternoons in Concord, and with the time pressures of long work days, lots of January through March snow, and a doctor enforced 4-week layoff due to cataract surgery, I had only logged 139 miles by the end of April. I quit my job in Boston, slashed my commuting from roughly 4 hours per day to less than an hour and cut my work week from 60+ to exactly 40, and guess what I did with much of my newly found "spare time"? Yup, I ran.
My May through October mileage went like this, 54, 136, 218, 254, 208.4, 227.6, and with the 139 I ran during the first four months of the year added in, I was sitting at 1,237 miles as of last night's run. Looking back at my running logs from the late 1970s I see that prior to this year, my highest mileage year was 1979 when I ran just over 700 miles; assuming the snow gods don't dump too heavily upon us here in New Hampshire between now and the end of the year, I have an outside shot at beating my 1979 year by over 1,000 miles! Not too shabby for an old fart.
Fat old man PRs:
I'm hoping that since I'm pretty religious about running on dirt trails for the vast majority of my miles, I can keep running for the long term; if I can lose these last 20 pounds (even then I'll still have a BMI in the "Overweight" category) that should help as well.
Fat old man PRs: